Yesterday  in Wal-Mart, near the pickles, I nearly tripped over a Native American elder driving a cart.  Years ago, he led sweat lodges in our area in which I participated.  We prayed together, many of us in the dark tarped wigwam, singing ancient Anishinabe (Ojibway) songs, chanting over and over again as sweat dripped down [...]

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